David Stoll handed over ten Player wristbands, and a voice chimed in his head.
[System: Story System]
[Task Completed: Collect wristbands]
[Reward: Storage Plunder, 1000 square meters, restricted to plundered resources. Upgrading 1000 square meters costs 1000 points, no limit.]
David's eyes lit up. He spent 2000 points immediately.
[System: Storage Plunder upgraded to 3000 square meters.]
His points dropped to 10,000. Points couldn't buy anything else, only upgrades, so he figured bigger storage was better.
A fishing boat slipped out to sea, carrying twenty traitors sealed in concrete. They sank into the ocean depths. That's how the gang handled business.
Jae-sung Lee approached, his voice low. "The prosecutor's office dropped the case against Chairman Shi-woo Jung. Evidence wasn't enough. He's off celebrating with his mistress."
"Then let him die. You've got a plan, right?" David said, unbothered. He had bigger concerns, like making money. Raw materials and half-finished goods were the real goldmine. Process them, and profits skyrocketed.
"I'll set it up. Inspector Kang Hyung-chul wants to meet later," Jae-sung said, his face grim, like he sensed trouble.
"I told you, those guys can't be trusted." David clapped Jae-sung's shoulder and left with his crew.
In Seoul's quiet streets, past midnight, a sedan parked on the roadside. Two women sat inside. One wore sunglasses, her pale, flawless face half-hidden, with a sharp jawline and smooth skin. Her shorts showed off long legs, giving her a cool, sophisticated vibe. The other wore a leather jacket over a bikini top, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She had a rebellious edge, her tight pants hugging her legs, tempting anyone to stare.
"Shi-woo Jung will pass through here soon," the sunglasses woman said, her voice steady. "Once he's dead, Ding Qing can take over."
"Got it. We just rush in and kill him?" the bikini woman asked, sounding impatient.
"I've got a car ready. We watch. If it fails, we step in," Sunglasses replied. The order came from a high-ranking official, but An Ri He Nai, the sunglasses woman, found it odd. Why such a strange task? Mizu Jiguang, the bikini woman, didn't care. She just wanted the job done.
A sleek black car rolled by, followed by a plain sedan. The streets were empty. It was late, and this road saw little traffic at night. Shi-woo Jung felt good. The prosecutors had nothing solid, so he walked free. But someone leaking group secrets meant a traitor in the ranks. He'd deal with them later.
After a night with his mistress, his legs felt weak. At seventy, he should've retired, but power was addictive. Ding Qing was ready to take over, yet Shi-woo wasn't ready to let go.
"Tell Zhong-jiu Lee and Ding Qing to hunt down the traitor. Find them, kill their family," Shi-woo ordered his driver, leaning back, exhausted.
"Yes, Chairman," the driver replied.
The car stopped at a red light. The plain sedan pulled up beside it, its interior dark. Jae-sung sat in the back, glancing out. Through a small gap in the sleek car's window, he saw Shi-woo in the backseat.
Jae-sung dialed a number. No answer, just a hang-up. Three seconds later, the light turned green. Shi-woo's car signaled left and moved into the intersection. A massive truck roared in, smashing the sleek car, flipping it into the air. Shi-woo's bones shattered on impact. The car spun three times before crashing, wheels up, blood pooling inside.
Jae-sung didn't flinch. He confirmed Shi-woo was dead, then told his driver to go. If Shi-woo lived, Jae-sung's mission would fail.
The Players nearby froze, stunned. They hadn't expected it to happen so fast. No time to react, and Shi-woo was gone.
Meanwhile, David led his crew to raid a rival gang's hideout. He swept their drug powder into his storage space. A manager was pinned to a table. David grabbed a machete and sliced off the man's finger. "Tell your boss I'll visit in two days."
The manager screamed, clutching his bleeding hand, face pale. David and his crew walked out. Robbing rivals was the fastest way to gather resources.
Outside, Zhong-jiu Lee strutted up with his men, looking cocky. Before he could speak, David lit a cigarette, tossed one to Zhong-jiu, and said, "I was gonna propose a deal, but you seem pissed."
"You think you can steal my business?" Zhong-jiu snapped. This was his turf, his trade. David was crossing lines, muscling in on black-market profits.
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David didn't gloat. He puffed his cigarette slowly. With his skills, no one here could touch him.
"You think you're tough, talking to me like that? Tired of living?" Zhong-jiu growled. He'd spent years fighting, killing. No one scared him.
David grabbed a baseball bat and smashed it into the head of Zhong-jiu's lackey, then tossed a file at him. "Read it."
Zhong-jiu fumed, ready to explode over his injured man, but he glanced at the file. It held police records on the lackey, stuff only insiders could get. David had Eun-kyung, who'd already won over Inspector Kang Hyung-chul's trust without knowing.
Zhong-jiu lit a lighter, burned the file, and watched it turn to ash. He grabbed a machete and stormed to his groaning lackey. "You traitor! Undercover rat!" He hacked the man to death, blood splattering. Tossing the blade aside, he took David's cigarette. "My bar. Let's talk."
Zhong-jiu's bar was a strip club, packed with dancers in heavy makeup, strutting for cash. They climbed to a private room on the second floor, overlooking the stage where women in heels twisted around poles. This was the nightlife of the rich.
"Pick any girl, take her home," Zhong-jiu said, waving at the dancers. Money and power bought anything.
David shook his head. "Not into these types. I prefer foreign women. But that's not why we're here. We've rooted out some traitors, but there's more. Fighting among ourselves? We lose money, power, everything."
If David hadn't exposed that traitor, Zhong-jiu wouldn't have listened. "Get to the point."
"Korea's small. All this fighting's about profit. What if we expand? Take the business to America, Europe. We run things there, leave Korea to Ding Qing. Out there, we're kings. No one to answer to. What do you say?"
Zhong-jiu slammed the table. "You want me to give up the chairman's seat? Impossible! You think I'd lose to Ding Qing? Starting fresh overseas takes years!"
David swung his leg, splitting the solid mahogany desk in half with a single kick. "Nothing's impossible. Zhong-jiu, if you're too scared, I'll do it alone. Ding Qing's my brother. I won't fight him for the chair, and I don't want it."
The room went silent. Zhong-jiu's men rushed in, guns drawn, but he waved them off. "Get out." They left, shutting the door, whispering about how a desk got cleaved in two.
"With skills like mine, what's there to fear?" David said. "The cops are after you. They'll arrest you, pin it on Ding Qing. You and Ding Qing are the only ones who can take the chair. If you're out, who wins? Ding Qing. But what if it's not him? What if someone's setting you both up to fight, so another guy takes over?"
David grinned, his vibe turning dark. Zhong-jiu leaned in. "I'd kill Ding Qing for betraying me."
"And if it's not Ding Qing? If it's a setup to make you clash, letting someone else rise?" David lit another cigarette, smoke curling around his face. "Guess who."
"Who?" Zhong-jiu trembled with rage, realizing he'd been played like a pawn.
"The cops and Director Zhang. Zhang's weak alone, but the police? They can take you both out, prop Zhang up as a puppet. A loyal figurehead's better than you or Ding Qing running things."
David's cold laugh cut through the haze. Zhong-jiu's eyes widened, fear creeping in. "That kind of plan… I'd never think of it," he muttered, glaring. "You could take the chair too."
"Sure. But Jae-sung's ahead of me." David leaned back, sipping red wine. "I don't care about the chair. I want money and women. Join me to conquer overseas markets. Fighting here? It's a lose-lose."
Zhong-jiu's eyes flickered, skeptical. "How do we do it?"
"The group's got car factories. We smuggle vehicles abroad. Guns too, sell them in South America. They're desperate for weapons. Drugs, high-tariff meds, anything profitable. We make bank, set up a new base. Ding Qing won't care. You run the show there, no interference. I'll help, but I don't call shots. I just want my cut, on time, no skimming."
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